Faced with the unreasonable fat man, Jiu Ling's pretty face was pale with indecision, unsure how to respond. Was she really going to fight this guy?
As she glanced around, she sent a pleading look to Kexiao... At least say something! Hey, how can you just stand there without saying a word, Kexiao? This isn't like you.
Kexiao seemed indifferent to Jiu Ling's almost murderous gaze—after all, it's you who wants to find Feng Yi, not me. Kexiao understood one thing: reasoning with women sometimes doesn't go through, but chatting with this fat guy could be even more unreasonable than with women, afraid of uttering the wrong sentence and lowering his IQ.
"Uh…" Kexiao hesitated.
"Hm? What?" The fat man, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, instantly turned his attention to Kexiao and said, "No one's going to work today."
"Cough! I didn't say anything. The weather is really nice today, but..."
"But what?"
"Is Feng Yi here? Jiu Ling is specifically looking for him."
